Share The Giver
The ther night, I had the opportunity to visit a home up in what would be considered a very wealthy section of our community. This home was a beautiful, white, two-story structure, set high on a hill, overlooking the city of Riverside. Its large, U-shaped driveway took you right to the front porch, where it was impossible not to notice the towering double doors with stained glass windows leading into the home. The yard was perfectly manicured, causing one to gasp, while the panoramic view made you envious. So beautiful! So enticing!
I began thinking to myself, “These people have everything. They have it made. Wow! What a life. They are what America is all about. They are what Americans strive to be.” I began to wonder who these blessed people were who were living within the confines of this angelic structure.
As I entered the house, I was surprised at what I saw. I saw a large entry way with a lack of furniture. I saw a beautiful curved stairway with absolutely no pictures or portraits on the wall. I saw a 6′ wide x 25′ long empty hallway with nothing but doors leading to other rooms. I saw a master bedroom half the size of my entire home, with only a bed, a dresser, and a crucifix on the wall. I saw a master bathroom, with a tiled sunken tub the size of my spa. And, oh yes, I saw a 37 year old female, wife and mother, lying on the bathroom floor, after a failed attempt to kill herself. They weren’t as blessed as I had first thought.
The people in this house—from the outside looking in—appeared wealthy. But once on the inside, I quickly discovered what they really had. They had marital problems, arguments, fights, hurt, pain, sorrow, unhappiness, lack of joy. You name it! They ohad crisis, after crisis, after crisis. Suddenly I was hit with the stark reality of someone, who by all outside appearances, had it all, but inside, her life was filled with turmoil to the point of ending it.
Someone once said, “Wealth is not his who has it, but his who enjoys it.” I saw no joy in this household. These people of wealth were, in reality, very poor. They had a house, but not a home. They had a bed, but not a good night’s sleep. They had a cross on the wall, but not a Savior. The possessions they had they did not own, but instead, their possessions owned them—to the point of self-destruction. These people thought their possessions would bring them happiness. They didn’t! These people thought the gifts of the world would bring them joy. They didn’t! They had the gifts of the world, but not the Giver who created the world.
My point is this: These people in my story are real and they are everywhere. They may be your co-worker, your neighbor, or even a family member. No matter who they are, they need to hear about the Giver. Let us never forget these people. This Christmas season let us share the gift of God’s love to these people every opportunity we have.
“Command those who are rich in this present world not to be arrogant, nor to put their hope in wealth,
which is so uncertain, but to put their hope in God,
who richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment”
—1 Timothy 6:17—